My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I wrote it. The adaptation I wrote was awarded a $30,000 Nicholl Fellowship in Screenwriting (presented by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences). I hope I can be forgiven for giving it five stars, understanding that ymmv! (Obviously the story had a lot more going for it than the bodice-ripper that the cover presents.)
I may someday figure out how to scan it in and convert it and make it available as an e-book. Unfortunately right now I haven’t the time or patience for it.
It’s so funny, I expected this book cover to be all desert-toned and dusty, and instead it was pink.
Pink? OMG, what on earth? (Of course this was the 80s and pink and blue were the hottest color combo around, so it was hard to complain. Too much.) And then I opened it–my first published book, oh my god, my baby… and reread the opening of the first chapter, first sentence of second paragraph:
Within minutes the peaks of the rugged mountains to the west appeared, bathed in pink and orange and magenta, honored by the sun’s first rays.
I’m just lucky they didn’t toss in orange.